He looks as distraught as I feel. Brows furrowed over sad eyes that seem to have lost all hints of colour. That jaw is tense, and something in his expression tells me he’s close to emotional.

‘Please … don’t. Cam … baby … please. I need you to let me talk, for you to listen. I need to explain.’ His eyes mist over too, and his skin pales. He’s looking at me so pleadingly it strikes a pain in my heart, but I shake my head, lip trembling with the force of my fear and ...